Resumen de La fiebre del mar
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,/ And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,/ And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,/ And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.// I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide/ Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;/ And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,/ And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.// I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,/ To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;/ And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,/ And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over]
